Restart the Flying Age

　　 It is not easy to travel back to the mainland from Treasure Island this year.

　　 There are no direct flights, not even flights that stop in Hong Kong. But it's coming soon, and it will be launched around the end of this year.

　　 Because in Wu Tao’s impression, the two former cousins ​​also returned to visit relatives at the end of 1995. At that time, they were dragging their families and taking a stopover flight.

　　 The old man hung up the phone, his face was full of joy, but he couldn't help but sighed and talked about the separation of flesh and blood back then.

　　 In addition, a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner was a pleasant meal.

　　 After dinner, Wu Tao received a few calls.

　　 An Rong and Gu Fei called, needless to say. What made him very surprised was Qin Xiaoxiao's crying pear and rain.

　　 "Boss, I want to die..."

　　 Wu Tao was anxious, "What's going on for the big holiday?"

Qin Xiaoxiao's voice became a bit drunk, "Boss, thanks to you, I am only a sophomore and have a huge income. From a poor girl to a white and rich girl, everyone in the school is envious. But what about me? Feeling more and more irresistible?"

　　 "...He was there before, although life is a bit harder, but people are very happy."

　　 "...Since I broke up, I have worked hard every day to numb myself. But today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I can't pretend to be both in and out of other people at last!"

　　 "...Boss, why do you say people are alive? Without love, even if I have more money, what's the use? Life is boring, life is boring..."

　　 Wu Tao understood that this was stimulated by the festive atmosphere and began to ponder the relationship between money and love. And I didn't think it clearly, and got myself into a dead end.

　　 To put it bluntly, I have money, and I'm working on it!

　　 This kind of thinking is very unstable, and it is also the biggest obstacle to Qin Xiaoxiao's growth to become a sole officer.

　　 Take strong medicine for emergencies.

　　Wu Tao did not give painstaking advice and comfort.

　　 But the voice was getting colder, and it was transmitted to Qin Xiaoxiao's ears through the phone line, which was especially refreshing.

"Go and read an article, the cover article of the June 1995 issue of Soulmate, "The Story of a Drop of Honey". After reading it, if you still don’t understand, then go to death. Don’t worry, I won’t stop you, just I will confiscate the business commission bonuses that should be given to you, and then change to a more beautiful beauty to become the marketing director."

　　 There was the sound of Didi hanging up on the phone.

　　 Qin Xiaoxiao's drunkenness immediately woke up more than half, and the boss asked me to die. What kind of routine is this?

　　 Today, I was in love with the scene, and after drinking some wine, I was a little overwhelmed unconsciously and couldn't raise the energy.

　　 The call was originally for enlightenment, because Qin Xiaoxiao felt that only his boss might understand him.

　　 After all, Wu Tao has gone through the whole process of his own growth and breakup, and he is still such a talented teenager with potential.

　　 He actually let himself die?

and many more! Before he tells himself to die, read an article.

　　 posted on the soulmate? I never read that kind of stall magazine before.

　　 Could the boss not care about a company veteran like himself? Otherwise, he wouldn't persuade him no matter how he persuaded him, whether it was from a friend or a subordinate, he should persuade him. How can anyone persuade people to die?

　　 Qin Xiaoxiao bit her silver teeth and squeezed her fist.

　　The key to everything lies in that article!

　　 An hour later, Qin Xiaoxiao stared at the article-"The Story of a Drop of Honey", reading it word by word.

　　...At this moment of life and death, the traveler saw a drop of honey on the leaves in front of him. So he forgot the hungry wolf above, the poisonous snake below, and the small tree that was about to be bitten by the mouse. He closed his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and tasted the drop of honey with all his heart...

　　‘What is the honey in my life? "Qin Xiaoxiao raised Zhenshou, asked herself blankly, and muttered, "Is it Qi Gang?" ’

'How can it be? Of course it won't be him! Before she had time to think about it, she subconsciously told her the answer.

　　Since my honey is not him, why should I cry because he is going to die?

　　 For an instant, Qin Xiaoxiao gave an initiation and enlightened him.

　　 looked at himself in the mirror, raised his hand and snapped his forehead.

　　‘Qin Xiaoxiao, you are really enough! Now the boss despises you home, no wonder he doesn't even persuade you! You want to die, no one can persuade you. If you don't want to die, then naturally you don't have to persuade! ’

　　 Qin Xiaoxiao lay on the window lattice, looked at the sunny moon and thought dazedly.

　　 The next day, Wu Tao went to the district and brought a pack of cigarettes to Uncle Tang.

　　Uncle Tang also did not expect that after Wu Tao graduated, he would know that he would come back to see him. As for whether or not you bring cigarettes, it doesn't matter, what matters is the intention.

When 　　 went back home, he saw an inconspicuous bookstore opened next to Binhu Central Primary School.

　　 Several comic magazines hanging at the door unexpectedly attracted his attention.

　　Painting King? Wu Tao has a vague impression that it should be the earliest comic magazine in China.

　　 I opened it and saw that they were all old journals from last year or the year before. It turned out that this was a batch of old books. But the content is good, most of the serialized content is Dongying comics, these are the most suitable for Zhao Li.

　　 "Boss, wrap me up these old cartoons."

The boss is a middle-aged man with glasses ~www.novelmt.com~ walked over and cleaned it up and said: "The young man really has a good eye. These comics have been popular in the past two years. It took me a lot of effort to take back such a complete set. "

　　 "There are only so many copies for a complete set?" Wu Tao asked with raised eyebrows, "There are also the first few books called King of Paintings, and the next one is King of Painting Books. Is this the same magazine?"

　　 Even if you want to charge high prices, you can't fool people casually. From the bottom of my heart, Wu Tao instantly lowered the boss's impression score.

　　Unexpectedly, the man with glasses got angry and put the magazine away, "If you think I am fooling you, then don't buy it."

　　 yo ho, this boss has a good temper!

　　Wu Tao wanted to turn around and leave at the time, but after all, Zhao Li was encouraged by herself to embark on the road of painting. This cartoon serializes some of Dong Ying's works, which should be very helpful for her to get started.

　　 "Boss, there is no reason to drive people out in business? I don't understand, so just talk about it."

　　 The man with glasses finished his temper and regretted a little bit, so he patiently said: "This domestic comic has changed its name once. It has been published for more than a year and it has been selling well."

　　 "...I didn't know why, but after the last issue in August last year, the publication suddenly stopped."

　　 "...So now there are only these twenty books, which are out of print. No one can say whether they will be reissued in the future."

　　 Seeing the sentimentality of the man in glasses, Wu Tao flipped through the comic style and content distribution of the previous and subsequent issues, which indeed means the same origin. So he waved his hand, "Help me wrap it up."

　　 Before returning to school in the afternoon, Zhang Huilan still gave him pocket money, a full fifty yuan. It is several times that of other rural students, enough to eat well, and there is plenty of surplus.

　　 Wu Tao did not decline either. Although the money is not much, it was given by the old mother after all.